Super Bowl Blahs
My husband played football in college, so he enjoys watching the college games, but pro ball has never been his thing. The kids understand only slightly how football is played, and for me, I wouldn’t mind watching some of the new commercials unveiled, but I simply don’t have time.
Along with travel and a packed schedule, it’s usually Sunday afternoon before we realize: there’s a game tonight.
“They’re probably sold-out,” I remind him of years previous, happening upon a grocery store at 9:00 pm on a Sunday night and it suddenly dawns on us that there are no chips anywhere.
“We have chips at home,” my husband texts from another car.
“We do?” Petya texts back, surprised over the secret stash. “Nachos!”
“Wait a minute,” I intervene, “we need other ingredients….”
Our plans include stopping at a convenience store on the way when we get gas.
“What do we need?” Benedetto meets me at the gas ‘n’ go, “cheese?”
I run over the list of what is required for bona fide nachos. He ignores me, because naturally, these ingredients are not found in a convenience store and we have no time for grocery stores because we have another meeting before any televisions will be tuned to the game.
I give up. This happens every year.
Hours pass. We’re done with the meeting. The family has a late dinner. Benedetto makes his cheese-and-chip “nachos”. Our kids are no gourmands, they’d eat a dry chip if you put it in front of them. They tune in just after half-time, deciding to watch a small TV on the floor, rather than a big-screen that’s at a higher elevation.
I have no idea why. There must be some strange attraction to lying on the floor and eating chips. Sort of like an indoor campout. Must be a guy thing. So the guy dogs, our Scotties, become involved, as well.
Misha stands right in front of the TV.
“Misha, move!” everyone urges him.
They try to push him out of the way and he thinks they’re scratching his back and rubbing his face. He leans in and enjoys the attention, moving not an inch, except for moving a different part of his anatomy toward anyone willing to scratch him. Grisha begins to growl and play-bark, he feels so neglected.
The dogs try to sniff around for stray chips when a touchdown or two are scored and cheers go up. The family claps and the dogs wag. A good time is had by all, proper snacks or not.
Maybe next year we’ll get it together.
What did you do/not do for Super Bowl?
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